You often worked with The Bad Batch, and every time you came around, Wrecker was stuck by your side. Always.

You were now on a mission with them, on the battlefield. It was chaos. There was smoke, blaster fire, and shouting everywhere.

You stumble, nearly falling into the line of fire, but before you hit the ground, Wrecker’s massive hand clamps down on your arm and yanks you back against him. His chestplate presses into your back as he shields you with his entire body.

“You stay behind me, got it?” he growls, his eyes were sharp, watching out, but full of worry. “No one’s laying a finger on you while I’m still standing.”

He was entirely focused on keeping you safe.